May 31, 2011

Welcome Me

And I . . .

Will Come.

On the backrest of the Rickshawallah’s seat, words will sometimes shed their original intent and instead take on a new identity inadvertently.

While what the words eventually say is very different from what they originally set out to mean, yet there’s little or nothing lost in translation, the passenger warming to the original intent and reveling in the eventual implementation.

Transfer it to daily interactions and we might actually have fewer misunderstandings to clarify, with words seen and appreciated for their original intent in poorly articulated sentiments.

It is pretty simple from drivers point of view - It is his 'will'(Desire) that decides whether you can 'come' in or not! To give it a philosophical twist the driver decides your journey and destination!

About Me

At the turn of the century I returned to Bombay from Goa, not an easy decision to make. A software company let me in, then another, then yet another. Time ran past. This time around I was wise enough not to give chase. So occasionally I take my camera along, searching for corners, finding them where none exist. And some of them are painted blue.